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fishing with my father
by Jeremy Magee
the catfish was covered in
a dull green muck, her mouth
open, gaping at my carelessness,
eggs spilling from her belly
onto the patches of light brown
and green grasses below.
my father was quick to get you
back into the water, hook fresh
with your blood, hundreds of children
left intact, a slight stir dissipating
as soon as it had began.
when the bats came, hungry
and swift, dodging and swinging
for our lures, slick and wet
on a darkening yellow light,
he laughed and rolled onto his heels.
even the snake, a dark liquid
in the face of the pond,
refused to end his laughter,
the red-tinted joy that carried him
through this, his day with his sons.
06/15/2008 Posted on 06/15/2008
Copyright © 2010 Jeremy Magee
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